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Cat was just about finished
mounting two wooden cabinets on the wall of the bunkhouse at Buck’s cabin in the
Smoky Mountains of North Carolina. Buck and he thought it might be a good idea
to keep a few towels and bottles of wrestling oil handy for anybody working on
the mats in the bunkhouse to wipe themselves dry, and also to wipe up any sweat,
oil and maybe any other body fluids which might surge out during or at the end
of the guys’ wrestling matches.

It was a hot Saturday
afternoon, and Buck and his chocolate Lab Roscoe, who liked nothing better than
to ride around in Buck’s F-150 pickup truck with him, had gone down to Asheville
to check out a new hoist for Buck’s truck and auto repair shop over in Gadwell
while Cat put in the cabinets. With the heat of the day, even though it was
now close to five o’clock, Cat had stripped down to his boxer shorts to keep his
lithe and muscular body as cool as he could while he finished the job.

Buck planned to get back
around nine that night, and maybe then he and Cat would still have a chance to
mess and wrestle around with each other on the mats until they’d both get
themselves totally exhausted. At least Cat hoped that was the way the rest of
the day might go. But it was not to be.

Maybe it was because he had
his Randy Travis country music on so loud that he didn’t hear the pickup truck
come up to the bunkhouse. He became aware that he was about to have some
visitors only when he heard the two pickup doors slam shut and two men appeared
and came through the open screen door of the bunkhouse.

Looking up suddenly and seeing
the two, Cat thought ‘Oh, oh, double trouble! I wonder what’s going to happen
now? This might not be so good!’ The two visitors were “Spike” Malone and
“Tony” Taranto, who had been fellow prisoners of Cat’s when all three were in
the Creston County prison a year or so ago. They had all been sentenced for
two-to-five, but were now once again out.

Cat thought he’d put a
confident face on it, however, and said, “Hey, Spike, hey, Tony, what brings you
up here today? The grin on his face and his cheerful greeting didn’t exactly
reflect what he was thinking, but he figured he’d at least try to start
positive.

Cat had a pretty good general
idea of what they might have in mind, however, and, if he guessed right, it
wasn’t going to make his day any better. It had very quickly flashed through
his mind what they might be here for.

Shortly before Cat was
released from prison, he’d had a couple of “incidents” with them. They weren’t
bad for Cat, but maybe they weren’t all that good for Spike and Tony.

Spike was the smaller of the
two, maybe no bigger than five-seven and one-fifty, and sort of “physically
challenged.” He was sharp and quick, however, and if ever there was an angle
to be worked in some situation, he worked it. Any prison favors to be had
seemed to come to him, and he was always a man with a plan or an out.

He was also known to be a real
good poker player, and while cards were not officially permitted to the
prisoners, as Creston County prison was a medium security facility the guards
weren’t too strict about the inmates having cards so long as the prisoners
didn’t make it too conspicuous.

Maybe that’s where things
began to go wrong. Cat never said much about it, but he was a real good poker
player himself although he always downplayed his considerable talent in that
direction if it ever came up.

One Friday evening a couple of
months before Cat was to be released, when the prisoners had their usual hour
of free time in the prison rec room before having to return to their cells,
Spike, whom Cat knew by sight and casual acquaintance, asked Cat if he’d like to
play some poker.

Fridays were when the
prisoners were paid the dollar or two they had earned during the week from
their different jobs in the prison, which they could then spend in the prison
commissary for little things they might like to buy. Spike knew Cat had been
working pretty hard during the week at his job in the prison laundry, and might
have even as much as two or even three dollars in his hands which Spike wouldn’t
mind getting in his own hands. He asked Cat if he’d be interested in a few
hands of poker for some small change.

That was ok with Cat, although
he said he really wasn’t that good a player, and he would be obliged if Spike
would show him some of the finer points of the game. A half dozen other
prisoners gathered around Spike and Cat as they began to play.

One of those other prisoners
standing around was Tony. Tony was a big man in every sense of the word. He
was a couple of inches taller than Cat, who was five-ten, and probably weighed
north of two hundred, or about thirty pounds more than Cat. About half of
Tony’s weight was muscle and the other half fat.

In wrestling around, Cat
always liked to wrestle with bigger guys. He liked for them to get on him or
pressure or punish him one way or another just so long as they didn’t really
kill him. A lot of wrestlers, particularly ones who aren’t really competitive,
have that liking, and Cat was one of them.

Cat had seen Tony before and
watched him when they worked out at the same time on the weights in the prison
gym and out in the open field just inside the prison yard. That was the yard
which was surrounded by a double chain link fence, topped by rolls of razor
wire, where the prisoners could run or play ball in their scheduled rec time.

At the edge of the ball field,
and in a corner of the prison weight room too, places had been set up where the
men who were so inclined could lift weights, box or wrestle around with each
other to work off some of their excess energy.

Cat had seen Tony wrestle with
some other prisoners in both places every once in a while. He also noticed that
Tony watched him when he wrestled with another man too although, up until then,
they had never had occasion to wrestle with each other. Cat also noticed that
Tony showed signs of getting aroused and get a hard-on whenever he wrestled.
Cat knew he frequently did too whenever he wrestled around with certain other
guys too.

When Cat watched Tony wrestle
he saw that Tony was actually something like an elephant, like a lot of big
guys, in that he was really a relatively gentle guy who was always pretty
considerate of the guys he was wrestling with. He seemed to be basically a good
natured guy even though, as Cat soon saw, he didn’t seem to be the brightest
light in the room nor on the mat either. In any event, Cat knew he wanted to
mess around and get into it sooner or later, preferably sooner, himself with
Tony for however it might come out.

Cat had also noticed that
Spike and Tony were sort of a pair and tended to watch out for each other.
Smaller guys in prison many times were at the physical mercy of bigger prisoners
who would force them into all sorts of sexual acts or punishment whether they
liked it or not. As a result, smaller prisoners frequently tried to team up
with a bigger prisoner who could protect them.

Tony, on the other hand, being
big, good natured, but not all that bright, found that Spike was able to answer
for him when he got into trouble, and was also able to send a few prison favors
his way to make his prison life a little easier. As a result both Tony and
Spike had sort of teamed up for the benefit of both. It was a good relationship
even though they didn’t make it too public. Such personal relationships also
frequently carried over to when the prisoners might be together and alone in
their cells or on some prison job, but that was nobody’s business but their own.

That Friday night when Cat and
Spike were playing poker, surrounded by a few of the other prisoners, including
Tony, things went ok for a while. Spike’s deck of cards had been confiscated a
few days before by one of the guards, but Cat still had his deck so they played
with Cat’s cards.

For the first few hands, they
were pretty even. But then, as Cat said he was getting more into how the game
was played, he began to win more and more often. At first only a quarter, then
fifty cents, then a dollar, and then two dollars began to move over to Cat’s
side of the table.

That wasn’t much money on the
outside, but inside prison, when a whole week’s pay was no more than a dollar or
two, it was big money!

Then Cat began to win more
hands, although he lost now and then too, but soon another couple of dollars
moved over to his side of the table.

At first, Spike just began to
lament his run of bad luck, but then he began to get suspicious of Cat. After
losing another dollar, his suspicions increased considerably and he began to
watch Cat and his playing a lot more closely.

As a good poker player
himself, and having maybe been a little less than scrupulous with other players
himself, he knew what to watch for.

Sure enough, Cat had marked
the cards just slightly with his well-known fine craftsman’s touch. It was just
enough for him to take most of the hands and most of the money too.

At the last hand they played,
sure enough, Cat once again finessed a couple of the cards and he won again,
with another dollar ready to come his way across the table. He’d now won more
than nine dollars, or over a month’s prison pay.

Spike was furious. He jumped
up to grab the cards and throw them in Cat’s face and then jump on Cat and try
to beat him up despite their difference in sizes. Cat, being the lithe and
muscular guy he was, was always ready to wrestle around or even fight with
another guy, and if that’s what Spike wanted, even though he was a lot smaller
and no fighter in the first place, he‘d be ready for him even though that was
actually the last thing he wanted to do.

Cat was saved by the bell!

Just at that moment, the
prison fire alarm sounded in the random monthly fire drill they held in which
all prisoners were under strict orders to stop and drop whatever they were doing
to run immediately back to their cells for control, inspection and head count.

With the sound of the bell,
Cat reacted instantly, as might be expected. He swooped up his winnings with
one hand and his cards with his other hand before Spike or Tony or anyone else
could stop him. Then he ran back to his own cell while Spike and Tony were
obliged to let him go to return to their own cells.

After Cat got back to his
cell, he smiled to himself as to how he got out of his predicament with Spike
and made his narrow escape. For that, however, he knew there’d be some
retribution for it too as by the end of the game when they broke up even the
bystanders knew he’d lied to Spike about his poker playing abilities, and that
he’d also marked the cards to end up cheating Spike out of more than that
month’s prison pay.

Then the incident with Tony
followed just a few days after the poker game. Cat and Tony had been assigned
to work in the prison laundry room for the morning, along with Spike and a
couple of other prisoners. They all remembered the poker game incident, of
course, but by now the heat of it had pretty well died down, and their present
circumstances didn’t allow for them to bring it up again.

Tony and Cat, being the
sturdiest of the prisoners, were assigned to sort out and organize all the dirty
laundry. This included not only all of the sheets and pillow cases, many of
which had been stained from various body fluids, but the similarly stained
towels, prison uniforms, and all the rest.

All of it was dumped into a
large pit or holding area about twelve feet square, almost like a wrestling
ring, where they were to sort it out for the big industrial-size prison washing
machines. Spike’s job was to sit at the edge of the pit and keep count of it.
Other prisoners worked nearby dumping new loads of dirty laundry into the pit
and taking out the sorted loads and carrying them over to the washing machines.

Both Cat and Tony had taken
off just about all of their clothes except their camo prison boxer shorts with
all the work and heat of the place. They got sweaty doing the job too, and
from time to time, and increasingly, they touched each other as they handled the
dirty laundry. That always felt good to both of them.

Then they soon got to sort of
horsing around with each other, and then soon were into full time wrestling
around with each other, which both wanted with the other from the start. There
was only one prison guard in the whole laundry, and he was stationed by the only
door to the place. As a result, Cat and Tony could mess around with each other
almost as much and as long as they liked, just so long as they eventually got
the laundry job done.

Both Cat and Tony, in
wrestling with each other almost naked, had also gotten sexually aroused and
gotten big hard-ons which they then soon began to attack on each other in a real
good back and forth cockfight. Both liked that too.

After wrestling around in the
pit and in the dirty laundry for almost fifteen minutes he and Tony had gotten
themselves to where Cat was on top of Tony and had gotten him in a real tight
head scissors with his long and hard cock pressed hard against Tony’s face.
Tony was trying to bridge out or flip his big and thick legs up and catch Cat in
a similar head scissors, but so far it hadn’t worked.

Then suddenly Cat felt, with
all their wrestling around and cockfighting with each other, that he’d become so
aroused that he was about to shoot his full and big load of hot white cum which
had been accumulating in his body all that time.

He didn’t know what Tony’s
feelings might be on that sort of thing, shooting his full load from wrestling
and cockfighting so much, particularly with Cat having his big rod jammed hard
right against Tony’s face underneath him.

He knew he had only seconds
left and was so close to coming he couldn’t hold it back any more than just a
few seconds. He asked Tony if it was ok for him to shoot his load as they were,
but at the same time he also tried to loosen his head scissors on Tony to at
least get his big and expectant rod out of Tony’s face.

Tony was able to tell him,
despite having Cat’s big rod pressed hard against his nose and mouth, that Cat
could do whatever he liked. But then when Cat tried to loosen his figure four
head scissors on Tony to get off him, he found Tony wouldn’t let go. Instead,
Tony, who had wrapped his big arms around Cat’s butt to hold him in place with
Cat’s big long and hard rod pressed hard into his face, and kept him tight.

Cat couldn’t hold back any
longer. In the next couple of seconds he had to let it all go. It was a full
load, and over the next couple of minutes in spasm after spasm, Tony’s face and
mouth were covered and filled with all the sweet tangy hot white cum in Cat’s
body until Cat was completely drained and exhausted.

Only then did Tony release
him. Neither said anything, and just then the guard came over to see what was
going on. He had become aware that things had gotten sort of unusually quiet in
the sorting area for a while, and figured he’d better check it out.

Cat and Tony quickly got back
to their laundry sorting job and stuck with it until it was done and they got
cleaned up, showered and had to return to their cells for the rest of their
prison day.

Now, here in the bunkhouse, it
seemed entirely possible that maybe the time of retribution for his actions was
about to take place. Cat figured he’d try to make the best of it and maybe it
wouldn’t turn out to be too bad anyway.

Both Spike and Tony had come
up to him with small grins covering their faces. Whatever it was to happen
next, presumably it would be physical. Cat figured he could take care of Spike
easily enough unless he were carrying a gun with him. And he knew he wouldn’t
mind at all mixing it up with Tony again. He knew that Tony could easily wipe
him out physically, but maybe, with being generally good natured and not of a
violent sort, he’d take it a little easy on Cat too just like he had back in the
prison laundry before that little cum-shoot incident.

“Remember us from Creston,
Cat?” said Spike, taking hold of the conversation. The grin on his face widened
just a little but Cat couldn’t figure out yet where he was going with the
question.

“Seems like we were playing a
game of poker or something, and seems like you ran off with all of my money!

“So now I’ve come back and
would like all the money you took off me with those marked cards and then maybe
we’ll call it even for the game. And maybe Tony here would like to return a
little something to you too.”

Cat, quick thinker that he was
and hoping to minimize the damage he might be in line to suffer if things went
badly, said “Sure, Spike, just what I had in mind too!

“I was going to suggest just
that when the fire alarm went off and we all had to go back to our cells so
fast. Then, when I saw you across the yard later, you and Tony were in head
count formation so I couldn’t talk with you then either.” Cat didn’t mention
that he could have mentioned it to them later on when they were working in the
prison laundry but didn’t.

“Problem was by then I didn’t
have any of the money left as I had to pay off some debts to a couple of other
guys and my commissary tab, and was too broke myself by then even to put up any
stake at all in another game.

“And then, anyway, when they
did the cell inspection after the fire drill, I’d left the cards on my bunk bed,
and the guard saw and confiscated them. So then I didn’t have any cards
either!”

“Yeah, yeah, likely story,”
said Spike, not believing a word of it knowing Cat was as good at giving out a
smooth and plausible line without a particle of truth to it as he was playing
poker. The smile on Cat’s face as he talked with Spike didn’t help his
argument much either.

“Well,” said Spike, “Tony and
me figured it wasn’t much money anyway, and we’ve made up for it since we got
out of prison. But we thought we might just come up here anyway, ‘cause we
knew you were up here, and sort of even the score and maybe persuade you not to
mess with us again.”

As they were talking, they had
been standing next to each other at the edge of the wrestling mat and weight
rack. Then, as he talked, Spike began to move to the side away from Tony. As
Spike moved and talked, Cat’s attention naturally followed him and away from
Tony.

Next thing Cat knew after
Spike’s last comment and his shifting to the side was when Tony, still in front
of him, suddenly shifted as fast as his bulk and reflexes would let him, and got
behind Cat. Then, before Cat could figure out exactly what they were doing,
Tony grabbed him from behind in a tight bear hug around his chest and held him
so tight he couldn’t escape.

From wrestling other guys, it
was a hold Cat knew and liked, and being held that way by the big and strong
Tony was not of itself by way of being any kind of a bad thing.

It helped, too, that Cat was
wearing only his loose boxer shorts while the rest of his muscular body was
naked and wet with sweat. Then, while Tony was holding Spike, in the next
instant, Spike came up behind Tony and ripped off his tight t-shirt and camo
shorts to free him of his confining clothes too. It wasn’t but a few minutes
afterward that they also ripped off each other’s boxer shorts so that they’d
wrestle naked from there on.

Cat could quickly feel Tony’s
nakedness behind him, and also began to feel Tony’s big cock, now getting
aroused and hard with his holding Cat in his bear hug, as it began to push and
probe into Cat’s solid butt and butt hole to see about getting as deep as it
could into Cat’s butt.

Tony was holding Cat in a bear
hug under his arms, leaving Cat’s arms and hands mostly free. Cat therefore
almost instinctively moved one of his hands behind him to grope for Tony’s big
cock which was trying to get into his butt. Tony’s cock was as big as a
horse. Cat knew he’d sure not like to have that thing shoved up his ass. In
his mouth, that might be another thing - he figured he wouldn’t mind that at
all.

Although Cat didn’t like to
have another guy’s cock actually get into his butt hole, he didn’t have any
problem with the other guy trying to do so, and he liked the feel of Tony trying
to get into him. So while he grabbed Tony’s cock in his hand and began to try
to crush it in his fist to keep him out, which Tony didn’t seem to object to at
all, Cat succeeded in at least deflecting it from his butt hole at least
temporarily take care of that problem.

‘Oh, oh,’ thought Cat, ‘Maybe
this is what they have in mind. Spike gets his kicks out of me one way, and
then Tony another way. If that’s their plan, and only that, I think it’s going
to be ok with me.’

That, indeed, was their plan.

After Tony grabbed Cat in his
tight bear hold, Spike moved around to stand close in front of him again.

“Ok, buddy,” said Spike,
confident in his position with Tony holding Cat tight and not letting him loose,
“Now how about if you take a little punishment in return?”

With that, Spike first began
to smack Cat, but not too hard, on one side of his face and then the other. Cat
tried to deflect the blows by turning his head first one way and then the
other. He took some hits and dodged the others.

Then Spike dropped his hands
down a little and began to punch Cat more strongly and harder on his thick pecs
and solid abs, giving him about three

jabs with his right fist first
and, when that got tired, a couple of jabs with his left fist.

With Cat being naked, each
smack and punch landed with a slapping sound on Cat’s flesh. This was a
considerable turn-on for Spike as he didn’t often get the chance to slap and
punch somebody around without them pretty quickly getting back at him and
putting a fast stop to it - at his expense.

Actually, Cat didn’t have any
problem at all with Spike’s hitting him like that. Spike was so small, with no
real physical strength to make much of an impression on the muscular Cat one way
or another whatever he did, that Cat had no problem at all taking it.

Nevertheless, rather than
tightening up and defying Spike, which might only make him try and hit him
harder, Cat grew a little limp, which he was aware also put a little more strain
on Tony, who was still holding him tightly. Cat also gave out a couple of moans
as if Spike were really hurting him, which made Spike think he was being real
effective with his punishment of Cat.

A couple of times, when Spike
got closer to him, Cat did try to kick both legs out in front of him, trusting
Tony not to let him go, to get Spike in some kind of leg scissors. But each
time he tried it, as he knew he wasn’t trying too hard but just mainly wanted to
impress Spike, Tony pulled him back and Spike quickly pulled away too.

With Tony’s big rod still
pressing into his butt, and liking the punishment Spike was giving him, and
being hot, wet and naked as well, Cat soon got more and more aroused. Then it
was only a couple of minutes more until his big rod got all hard and began to
jut out straight and fully from his body through his boxer shorts.

That made a new target for
Spike, which he wasn’t long in exploiting. From punching Cat’s pecs and abs,
he now dropped his hands and began to slap Cat’s hard cock back and forth,
first from one side and then the other, just as he had smacked Cat’s face
earlier.

Each time he did, Cat moaned
some more. Spike thought Cat was moaning from the hurt he was taking, while Cat
was actually mostly moaning with the erotic pleasure it was giving him. He
knew he had a masochistic streak, like a lot of wrestlers, and now Spike, who
was trying to hurt him, was actually feeding his most basic sensual desires.

Cat would have been willing to
have Spike work him over all night like that as Tony continued to hold him tight
and not let him escape. But after ten minutes or so, it was the physically
challenged Spike who got tired first, and it wasn’t long before he got too tired
to continue. However, by then he had now done everything he wanted to do to get
back at Spike, and, with Cat’s moans, figured he’d given Cat enough too.

“Ok, Cat, I’ll let you off
this time. But just don’t forget and try to mess around with me if we ever meet
up again.” Cat hung his head and looked down at the mat and just gave another
moan while, inside, he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Ok, Tony, he’s all yours
now,” said Spike as he stepped back to sit down to rest himself in one of the
two big leather easy chairs in the bunkhouse to watch and see whatever Tony
would do next with Cat, and Cat with Tony.

Tony and Cat were now both
naked and could hardly wait to get into messing around with each other. It was
what they’d wanted to do ever since they first wrestled in the prison laundry
room.

Cat figured, despite their
size difference, they were still pretty evenly matched. Tony was bigger and
heavier and at least as strong, but he wasn’t nearly as fast moving nor as
experienced as Cat. He figured if he could just keep from getting Tony on top
of him too often and wearing him down, and if he could keep ahead of Tony, he’d
be ok.

As Tony released him from the
bear hug he had on him and Cat now turned around on the wrestling mat to face
him, he glanced at the USMC wall clock Buck had hung there. It was close to
seven, and Buck wasn’t expected back until maybe nine or ten to come and save
him if he got into bigger trouble with Tony and Spike. He knew he’d just have
to make do until then as best he could. At the same time, he was looking to
get into it with Tony as he knew both of them liked to wrestle around the same
way, and so Cat didn’t want Buck to come home too soon either. So he was good
with it, either way.

It had already turned to dusk,
and it was getting dark in the bunkhouse when Tony and Cat got into it with each
other on the bunkhouse wrestling mat. Cat liked to wrestle in the near
darkness anyway, and as it turned out Tony did too.

Tony made the first move on
Cat and, having been holding him before in a tight bear hug from behind with his
big, long and thick cock still hard and jutting out from his body, he figured
he’d now get Cat in another bear hug, but this time from the front and maybe try
and crush and get into him that way too.

Cat looked forward to getting
into a real good and tight bear hug with the physically bigger Tony, but maybe
not quite yet, having already been caught in it so long when Spike was working
him over.

So, before Tony could move in
on him, Cat dropped to his knees and rammed his head between Tony’s big, thick
legs and thighs. That of itself felt real good to him. His plan was to lift
Tony up in a solid crotch lift using the back of his neck to press hard against
Tony’s big cock and balls, and, with the leverage from being on his knees on the
mat, dump Tony over his back down to the mat behind him.

Tony was a little slow to
react to Cat’s move to dump him over his back and so the next thing Tony knew
was Cat had succeeded in his move and Tony was flat on his back on the mat with
Cat now already on top of him and getting a real good body press on him, face to
face.

Cat then quickly squared away
his hold on the big Tony by dropping one of his legs between Tony’s legs,
pressing it down hard on his cock and balls to hold him in place at one end,
while at the same time wrapping his arms around Tony’s upper body in a real good
bear hug to hold him down at the other end. Then he pressed his own face down
on Tony’s face to where, in the next moment, they got a real good lip-lock on
each other so that then their tongues could start to wrestle it out inside each
other’s mouth.

Tony didn’t have any problem
with that, Cat was glad to see. Cat then thought even more that maybe he and
Tony really did like to wrestle the same way. ‘If so,’ Cat thought, ‘this might
turn out to be real good!’

Tony did try to struggle out
from underneath Cat, but he wasn’t too successful. And then too, maybe he liked
the feel of the muscular and lithe Cat on top of him and their being lip-locked
and all, and so maybe he wasn’t in any great hurry to break the hold either.

After a couple of minutes, it
was Cat who broke it off instead as he slid his body up Tony’s a few inches
until he got a solid headlock on him and was able to position his thick and
muscular pec directly over Tony’s face. Then he proceeded to drop down and
stuff it, nipple first, as deep as he could into Tony’s open and waiting mouth.
That gave another couple of minutes of sensual and erotic pleasure for both
wrestlers.

After a couple minute’s
deadlock in that hold, however, Tony was able to get one of his big arms free to
slide against one of Cat’s pecs to push him off just enough to get Cat’s big pec
out of his mouth. Then he brought his other hand up to where he could grab
Cat’s other pec in each fist and begin to squeeze and crush both of them in his
fists as he tried to push Cat off him entirely, or at least as much as possible.

Cat liked the feel of his pecs
being squeezed and crushed by Tony, and didn’t resist Tony’s move too much
against him. At the same time, he also eased up the rest of his total hold on
Tony to let Tony take over the action for a while to see what he’d do with it.

Tony, it seemed, like after
their bear hugs on each other, didn’t really have too much of a plan for what he
wanted to do with Cat. Instead, he mostly just tried to reverse whatever Cat
had just been doing to him. Which was entirely agreeable to Cat.

Now Tony got a solid body
scissors on Cat, holding him tightly between his big legs, while keeping his
hold on Cat’s pecs and upper body too, and rolled both of them over until now he
was on top of Cat, pressing his full and big body weight down on top of Cat. At
first, Cat thought he was going to be crushed, but then he was able to move out
from under Tony just slightly.

Then he also realized that
Tony had shifted his weight slightly off to the side too so as not to press down
too hard on Cat either. Cat liked that and was impressed that Tony should be
aware of his effect on him. Cat knew so often a bigger wrestler just got on top
of a smaller guy with all of his weight and just totally wore out the lesser guy
before a match hardly even got started. Apparently Tony was aware of this
problem and saw to it that this match between him and Cat stayed pretty much
even.

Nevertheless and however, now
it was Tony’s turn to position himself on top of Cat so that he could stuff his
even bigger and thicker pec over Cat’s face and deep down into Cat’s mouth as
far as he could to make Cat suck on it for a while. It was no more than Cat had
done to him earlier. Cat had no trouble with that all, and was ready to eat
Tony’s pec just as long as Tony wanted to feed it to him.

After a while in that
deadlock, however, Tony, being on top of Cat pretty much immobilizing him and
therefore knowing it was up to him to be the first to make the move to break the
deadlock, eventually pulled his big pec back out of Cat’s mouth. This then
freed Cat up to breathe more normally again too. At the same time, Tony also
began to slide down Cat’s body between Cat’s legs until his head and face were
opposite Cat’s naked crotch and his big, hard and bulging cock and balls.

That suited Cat just fine. As
soon as Tony had positioned his head between Cat’s muscular legs, Cat caught him
in a tight head scissors. Now Tony was once again caught by Cat. Cat then
followed that up by reaching out to grab the back of Tony’s head and began to
pull it in as tight as he could into his hot crotch and against his naked and
bulging cock and balls to blind and suffocate Tony in his new hold.

The only thing Cat liked
better than getting another guy in a nice tight head scissors between his
powerful legs and bury the other man’s face hard into his crotch was to get
caught in the same hold by the other guy himself.

Tony didn’t mind it too much
himself either, even though all he could do to get back at Cat was to reach out
blindly and again grab Cat’s pecs to squeeze them to try to force Cat to release
his head scissors and let him go. But it wasn’t enough to persuade Cat to do
so. Instead, they remained in their deadlocked and punishing holds on each
other for a few minutes until Cat then made the next move.

Keeping his head scissors on
Tony, and continuing to pull in and bury Tony’s face hard into his cock and
balls, he rolled both of them over until now he was once again on top of Tony.
That meant he could now begin to press his full body weight and cock and balls
against Tony’s face even harder, and try to stab his cock down into Tony‘s open
mouth too. Tony tried to bridge and flip out from under Cat, but he couldn’t
quite do it. But then maybe he didn’t try too hard either.

In fact, for a long time, Tony
had kept his muscled arms wrapped around Cat’s butt to keep him in place
despite the pressure Cat was putting on him. But then eventually he changed his
hold on Cat to get his strong arms and hands under Cat’s body right next to his
cock and balls and push him away and make his escape.

Cat didn’t resist that too
much as he knew he’d had a good thing of it with Tony for long enough anyway,
having held him in a real good figure four head scissors so long, and with his
big long, and hard, rod stuffed deep down into Tony’s mouth and throat. So now
it was Tony’s turn to take the lead again.

As Spike watched them, he
wasn’t sure if Tony was really punishing Cat for what Cat had done to him in the
prison laundry room when they had wrestled on the dirty sheets and laundry, or
if maybe both of them were just enjoying what they were doing to and with each
other right now. Spike soon figured it was more the latter than the former.
But he knew he sure didn’t mind watching the two naked and muscular wrestlers
fighting it out in front of him on the bunkhouse wrestling mat in the warm
semi-darkness either.

As Cat and Tony wrestled naked
and wet, they had also gotten more and more fully aroused with all of the
sensual and erotic pleasure they were getting from the whole thing. Now both
of their big rods were bone hard and stuck straight out from the bodies, and
their big balls were full almost to bursting. More and more, it had turned
into a big cockfight between the two with a lot of hard cock and ball punishment
as they tried to grab and crush, or pull, bend or rip the other’s cock right off
his body.

Both liked very much what they
were doing with the other, and neither was in any hurry to end it, however.

Next, for a moment, they
paused after one of their many escapes and sat on the mat facing each other.
So Cat reached out first and grabbed one of Tony’s ankles to pull him in toward
him, while he jammed one of his feet into Tony’s crotch against his big and
throbbing cock and balls to crush them hard into Tony’s crotch.

But then Tony just as quickly
grabbed Cat’s loose ankle and jammed his loose foot just as hard into Cat’s
crotch, crushing Cat’s own big cock and balls, to return the punishment to him.
And, being slightly taller than Cat with longer legs, he was able to put more
pressure on Cat than Cat was on him. Cat was used to the hold and punishment he
was now forced to take from Tony but liked it, however, so it got to be another
real good and punishing deadlock between the two.

Then Cat’s foot slipped out
with the slipperiness of their bodies and he lost his hold, which made Tony then
lose his same hold on Cat.

As soon as they separated, Cat
recovered first while Tony was still sitting on the mat and he quickly shifted
behind Tony to get him in a solid body scissors from the rear.

Cat then quickly wrapped both
of his strong and muscular legs around Tony’s big lower body, crossed his ankles
above Tony’s crotch to secure the hold, and then proceeded to jam his heels
repeatedly into Tony’s crotch against his long, hard cock and thick balls to
continue to punish them all he could.

At the same time he got Tony
in a solid bear hug around his upper body and grabbed one of Tony’s big thick
pecs in each of his fists and began to squeeze them until Tony’s muscled flesh
was almost squeezed out between his fingers.

Both holds combined felt real
good to Cat, and, although Tony didn’t say so, Cat knew Tony liked the
predicament he was in and the new punishment Cat was giving him just as much.

It was only after long minutes
of this punishment that Tony was finally able to break Cat’s crushing holds on
his pecs. Then he was able to break Cat’s ankles and legs apart from their
repeatedly smashing into his crotch so that he was then able to twist around but
still keep on top of Cat. From there he shifted his legs around until he was
able to kneel, with his knees and toes on the mat, on top Cat’s chest facing his
feet.

From there, before Cat could
find some way to squirm out from underneath the big Tony squatting on his
muscled chest, Tony had only to shift back a couple of inches until he was able
to fully sit on Cat’s face, covering it completely. Next he felt all of Cat’s
whole face, eyes, nose and mouth, get buried deep into the dark and hot canyon
of the crack between his naked and wet butt cheeks.

As soon as Cat felt Tony come
down and position himself over his chest that way, he knew what Tony had in mind
to do with him. He knew he wasn’t going to mind that at all. It was one of his
favorite positions to get caught in, give or take.

As Cat felt Tony’s butt come
over his face to sit fully and squarely down on it, which he didn’t mind it at
all, it meant his whole world suddenly went dark and hot, and what little air he
could get came through only the small opening still left to him between Tony’s
big butt cheeks. Cat liked the feel of his new predicament, however, and was in
no hurry to escape it.

What Cat couldn’t see,
however, was that at that point Spike signaled to Tony to look at the clock on
the wall. They’d agreed earlier they’d most likely want to stay at the
bunkhouse only maybe an hour or two so that they would be gone by the time Buck
or anyone else came on to the scene.

It had already been almost two
hours since they’d come up to the bunkhouse and found Cat alone, and while Tony
was very much liking what he and Cat were doing with and to each other wrestling
naked and wet on the bunkhouse mat, he knew that Spike was right.

Eventually, Tony eased up and
shifted around until he could get another body press on Cat and get his head in
a solid figure four head scissors. As usual, Cat had no trouble with that as
he liked the feel of another man’s legs, particularly if they were as big as
Tony’s, wrap themselves around his head. Particularly if that meant the other
man’s big, full and hard cock and bulging balls were pressed hard against his
face.

Caught in Tony’s solid figure
four head scissors, at first he only felt Tony’s big, long and hard rod being
crushed against his face. But then, when he had to open his mouth to breathe a
little better in Tony’s suffocating hold on him, Tony lifted and shifted his big
body slightly and then stabbed his big rod deep down into Cat’s mouth and
throat.

For a couple long minutes they
struggled back and forth, Cat to escape from under the big Tony and get his
mouth free from Tony’s big cock stabbed into it, and Tony to keep it all just
the way it was. Cat knew, with all their sensual and erotic wrestling with
each other, by now both of them had gotten very much aroused. In fact, he knew
he was going to have to come and shoot his load in just the next couple of
minutes, and knew Tony was the same.

Desperately he struggled and
tried to flip or bridge out from under Tony before Tony would come. At the same
time he was trying to bridge out from under Tony, however, Tony had grabbed his
own big rod, sticking up right in Tony’s face, and was crushing it in his fist,
pushing it forward between his legs to the mat, and rubbing the end of it to
stimulate him even more. Poor Cat was being abused all over and didn’t know
which part of him he should try to help first. He also knew he loved every
minute of it.

Then suddenly he knew it was
all over for him. After just seconds more of Tony’s punishment of him, Cat
felt all of the hot white cum which had been accumulating in Tony’s big body
suddenly burst out of his big hard cock-end and flood deep into his mouth and
throat. On and on it pulsed and flowed until Cat couldn’t hold any more and it
began to run down the side of his mouth and neck to the mat beneath them.

As usual, Cat had no problem
at all with any of it, give or take.

Finally the pulsing flow of
Tony’s cum ended and Tony slid off him to let him go so that for a moment both
of them lay on the mat, naked, wet and exhausted.

As soon as Spike saw their
match had ended and they‘d separated a little from each other, Spike said, “Ok,
Tony, I’m thinking we’d better head out now pretty fast as there’s no telling
how long it will be until the other guy with Cat here comes back and finds us
still here.

“And don’t forget there’s just
a little more we got to do so our man Cat here don’t forget our little visit
here with him any time soon!”

‘Oh, oh,” thought a now
recovering Cat, ‘Now what?”

Before he could get up or move
to defend himself against whatever they had in mind for him next, the now
sufficiently recovered Tony, with Spike’s slight assistance, half carried and
half dragged the now beginning to resist Cat over to one of the bunks and dumped
him down on it.

Cat knew nothing good was
going to come of whatever Spike and Tony planned to do next, and tried to get up
and out of the bunk where Tony had just dumped him. Tony, however, had no
trouble holding him down on it while Spike went over to the kitchen counter
where he’d already laid out half a dozen small towels and dishrags along with
the roll of duct tape which Cat had been using when he was putting up the
cabinets.

Before Cat could stop him,
Tony grabbed one of Cat’s wrists while Spike quickly wrapped a towel around it
and then wrapped a long piece of duct over the towel and Cat’s wrist and over
the edge of the bunk rail to tie him down firmly to the bunk. One down and
three to go.

In the next couple of minutes
Tony had seized Cat’s other wrist, and then both of his ankles, with Spike
wrapping a towel around Cat’s wrists and ankles and then wrapping long pieces of
duct tape tight firmly around the towels and Cat’s other hand and both ankles to
tie him up to the bed rails at all four points so he couldn‘t get loose.

Cat, naked and increasingly
immobilized as Tony and Spike duct-taped him to the bunk, couldn’t do anything
but moan about it and complain of their treatment of him, which affected them
not at all.

Then, for their final
treatment of Cat, Spike folded up the fifth towel, placed it across Cat’s eyes
and around his head so that he was blindfolded, and then duct taped that too.
They at least left Cat’s nose and mouth uncovered so that he could breathe
easily enough, but that was about it.

“Ok amigo,” said Spike, “Now
you will remember us so there’ll be no next time. Hope your buddy comes back
soon to let you go before the end of the week!” was his parting comment.

Tony said nothing, but he
kissed Cat on the lips and gave a final squeeze to Cat’s now re-hardened naked
cock and balls as they headed out the door.

In another minute, Cat heard
the doors of their pickup truck slam shut and then heard the sound of the pickup
diminish to nothing as they left him to his fate.

‘Oh man,” thought Cat, ‘I sure
hope Buck comes back real soon and releases me from all this ‘cause I don’t know
how much more of all this I can take.’

Cat had no idea how long he
lay there, tied to the bunk and unable to get free. He even managed to doze off
a little despite how uncomfortable he soon was, being unable to move.
Fortunately, however, about forty-five minutes later, he woke up when he heard
the sound of Buck’s pickup come up the dirt driveway as Buck and Roscoe
returned.

He knew he’d never been so
glad to hear the sound of Buck’s pickup as he did right then.

As Buck came into the clearing
below the bunkhouse and headed up to the cabin, he quickly noticed that although
Cat’s old Ranger pickup was in the bunkhouse shed, there were no lights in
either the bunkhouse or the cabin. Cat generally would have waited up for him,
but maybe he’d gone to bed early.

In the same instant, however,
immediately after they entered the clearing, Roscoe suddenly sat up, bared his
teeth and began to look out first the side window, then the front window, then
at Buck and then back again. With that, Buck, with his USMC instincts,
instantly went on the alert too. Something was wrong although he didn’t know
what.

As soon as he got up to the
cabin, stopped the pickup and opened the door to get out, Roscoe jumped out
first right in front of him. Buck quickly followed. Roscoe then gave one look
back at Buck, turned suddenly and raced down the hill to the bunkhouse with Buck
following closely on his heels.

When he got to the bunkhouse
Roscoe pushed the door open with his whole head, spotted Cat immediately
duct-taped to the bunk, and leaped on top of the still naked Cat where he laid
down on Cat’s muscled chest and began to lick Cat’s face while his tail wagged
furiously. At the same time, he tried to push the duct-taped towel off Cat’s
face even though at first it didn’t give.

Buck came through the door
only seconds later and quickly saw Roscoe on the bunk and Cat underneath him.
He realized instantly that Cat was duct-taped to the bunk rails. In the next
instant he had pulled out his sharp regulation USMC pocket knife which he
always carried with him, and in not much more than five seconds had cut all five
of the duct tapes to set Cat free.

For a couple of seconds, Cat
could only sit up to get his circulation back and be sure he was still all in
one piece. Fortunately, he was.

“Cat,” said Buck, “What
happened to you and how come we find you like this?”

Before he could reply, Cat
moved over to one of the two big easy chairs in the bunkhouse to restore his
circulation and get his head back together again. As soon as he sat down,
Roscoe immediately climbed up on his lap and continued to lick his face to help
him recover while Cat held him in tightly as each comforted the other from their
recent trial and shock.

“Cat!” exclaimed Buck again as
Cat had now pretty well recovered, “What’s going on here and what have they done
to you?” Buck, retired USMC that he was, never was much surprised at anything
he saw, but this with Cat really pushed it.

“Oh, Buck, a couple of guys
paid me a visit and we sort of got into it and this is the way they left me,” he
replied.

From there, Cat explained how
the two men, Spike Malone and Tony Taranto, whom he’d met and known back in
prison, quietly snuck in on him just as he was finishing putting up the new
bunkhouse wall cabinets.

Cat continued, “As they were
feeling something hadn’t been right back in prison, they decided to come back to
get me to settle the score.

“Tony, who’s a pretty big guy,
a couple inches taller and maybe thirty pounds heavier than me, grabbed me from
behind and held me, and then Spike, who’s a lot smaller and not very strong or
physical, began to punch and slap me all around until he got too tired to keep
it up any longer, while I wasn’t able to get back at him.

“Spike was such a small guy,
and not very strong, that he didn’t do me any damage at all. In fact, I sort of
like it,” said Cat, a slight grin on his face.

“Then Tony let me go, we got
naked, which I was pretty much anyway from working on the cabinets in the heat,
and then we rassled around back and forth for an hour or more. He’s pretty
strong even though he’s got some fat on him too. But he isn’t too fast or good
a rassler either, so we’re going at it pretty evenly. Turns out he likes to
rassle around like me, so we’re into a lot of squeezing and crushing each other
and a lot of cockfighting too. But we both liked that sort of thing so it
wasn’t too bad at all.

“But then the time was going
by too and Spike, watching the clock, figured they’d better finish up with me
before too long and just in case you might come back a little early.

“So then Tony gets me in a
real good body press and figure four head scissors, with my head caught between
his big legs almost suffocating me, which you know I don’t mind at all, and with
all of his big hard cock and big balls jammed against my face, which you know I
don’t mind either. But then he follows that up by jamming his big ol’ rod deep
down into my mouth and throat, but, as you know, that’s ok too.

“So then, as you might expect,
with all our rasslin’ around and cockfighting, both of us are ready to come, and
the next thing I knew was he’d shot his whole big hot white cumload deep into my
mouth and throat and near drowned me in it. Which, as you know, is ok with me
too.

“But then, before I could
recover and get Tony off me, he got off first and then he and Spike dragged me
over to the bunk bed and he and Spike tied me up with duct tape to the bunk so I
couldn’t get back at them and left me just like I was when you and Roscoe just
came in!”

Buck listened to the story
without interrupting Cat. They sure had done a job of it on poor Cat. And
yet, for some reason, with Buck knowing Cat and having heard similar tales from
the younger Marines he’d led over the years, that might or might not be the full
story.

Nevertheless, he didn’t say
anything except to go on and say “Cat, that’s just terrible! Let’s you get
some clothes on and let’s head down to the Sheriff and report the whole thing to
him and see if he can find the two of ‘em.

“At the same time, as this all
happened only an hour or so ago, let’s you and me go look around town and maybe
over to the Cottonwood Bar to see if the two of ‘em might still be hanging
around there to enjoy what they’ve just done to you!”

Buck wasn’t totally surprised
when Cat seemed to hang back from that idea just a little.

“Or is there something else
maybe I should know?” said Buck, a slight smile on his face.

“Well, maybe there is, Buck,”

“Ok, and so what might that
be?”

“Well, you see…..” and Cat
went on to relate the missing parts of the story.

He told Buck how he’d met
Spike and Tony in prison, like he said. But then one day, after he’d heard
Spike was a pretty good poker player, without mentioning to Spike that he was
pretty good himself, they got into a poker game one Friday night after they’d
been paid the dollar or two they’d earned during the week doing various jobs
around the prison.

As Spike didn’t have any cards
to play with, and Cat did, they’d use Cat’s cards.

“And,” said Cat sheepishly, “I
did maybe have them marked just a little, which maybe did give me some little
advantage over him.”

And then, as Cat went on to
explain, the play went back and forth just a little until Cat had won a little
more than nine dollars, or about a full month’s prison pay.

“With that,” said Cat, “Spike
figured out just what I had been doing to him and he was furious. He was just
about to jump on me right there, but at that instant the prison fire alarm went
off and we all had to run back to our cells. So I scooped up both the cards and
the money and ran back to my cell too.”

Then Cat continued and told
Buck that both Spike and Tony, who had been watching the game along with some of
the other prisoners, had to run back to their own cells and couldn’t follow
him. And Spike hollered after him that he’d get him yet. But then Spike never
did get another chance to get back at him before he was released from prison
just a short while later. So this visit tonight was payback time by Spike for
that incident.

As for Tony, Cat explained to
Buck that both he and Tony had been assigned to the prison laundry and, as both
of them were physically strong, they were assigned to get into the big dirty
laundry pit to sort out and separate all the dirty sheets, towels, prison
uniforms and all the rest.

It was hot work, and both had
stripped off all their clothes down to their skivvies. Then they got to
touching each other as they worked. Then soon they got to horsing around as no
guards were there watching them, and soon they ended up rasslin‘ around with
each other all the way.

“We wrestled around for maybe
twenty minutes or more and it was going real good. With all our wrestling
around, of course, we did get into a lot of cockfighting and both of us get
pretty good hard-ons. We knew we didn’t have all day just to wrestle around in
the laundry room, however, so, as Tony is a real hunk but not all that fast, I
sort of got him in a real good figure four head scissors.

“Next thing I knew, my
pecker’d sort of gotten into his mouth, and next thing I knew, I’d shot my full
load right down into his mouth and throat. It kept coming, and Tony wouldn’t
let me go as he was holding me tight with his big arms around my butt, until I
was completely drained.

“I wasn’t sure whether he
didn’t like what I’d done at all, or didn’t care, or maybe liked it a whole
lot. Or whether he’d just let it all go as being just one of those things when
two guys are wrestling around as it happens lots of times anyway, or if he’d
want to get back some time and do the same thing to me.

“I’m thinking now he had no
trouble with it at all, but still wanted to return the favor to me some time if
he ever got a chance. Like maybe today.

“So what I’m thinking, Buck,
is maybe they didn’t do any more to me than I did to them in the first place,
and so actually we’re even on that.

“As for tying me up, I’m
thinking with putting the towels under the duct tape they meant not to hurt me
with the tape against my skin, and just meant for me not to follow them when
they left the bunkhouse.

“So maybe we just need to call
it square - what do you think?”

Buck grinned at him, thought
about it just a moment, and said “I think you’re right Cat!

“But now it’s getting late and
I think we’ve all had a pretty full day of it, including Roscoe here. Why don’t
you just rest up and sack out for the rest of the night and Roscoe and I’ll head
up to the cabin and sack out too, and we can all get together tomorrow morning
for breakfast.

“C’mon Roscoe, time we head
back up to the cabin and let’s all of us get some shut-eye,” said Buck to Roscoe
as he headed out the bunkhouse door.

But Roscoe didn’t move from
where he’d been standing between Cat’s muscular legs which were holding him ever
so gently. It was a familiar stance of Roscoe’s, which both Buck and Cat knew
from when there’d be lightning and thunder storms, which Roscoe didn’t like at
all, and the big chocolate Lab sought comfort by standing between their legs if
they were standing up, or sprawled on their lap if they were sitting down.

Buck saw that Roscoe didn‘t
move when Buck suggested the two of them go back up to the cabin.

“Ok, Roscoe, you’re a good man
and I think too maybe you and Cat had just better comfort each other a little
longer. I’ll see you both for breakfast up at the cabin in the morning.”

Buck walked back up the path
to the cabin alone humming the USMC song while a grin crossed his face.

Within fifteen minutes, all
three were in bed asleep, Buck in the cabin and Cat and Roscoe sharing the same
bunk in the bunkhouse.